The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for October 30, 2022

She’d best be careful with that hose.

Okay, I laughed out loud at this one. :-)

Wonder how much trade-in she got for her broom!!!!

“What a world, what a world”!

Do Much “Monkey Business”? (And I presume that yellow thing isn’t a brick road, too, huh?)

What kind of car does a witch drive?

A pox on you, monkey!

Is he on of the 12 Monkeys? (Where’s MIchael, Micky, Davy and Peter?)

A barrel of monkeys, not that much fun.

Follow the yellow brick road….

“and your little dog, too!”

I’m sorry. I don’t get it. Please enlighten me, oh denizens of the comics. . .

Ah, the car wash blues.

" I’ll get you my flying monkeys and your little poop too!!"

Can she really wash a car with water – what if she gets splashed?

She’s going to melt!

I thought water melted her.

That witch is howling mad.

I’ll get you my sh*tty…

Someone is going to have a poison banana waiting when they return.

Nip it! Nip it in the bud! Or, in this case, nip it in the monkey butt.

Shouldn’t she be wearing a Haz-Mat suit working that hose pipe?

I often wonder what L. Frank Baum was smoking when he wrote this story. However, Glenda can park her slippers under my cot anytime.

Wax on, wax off!

She’d better not get any of that water on her.

She is pretty brave using that hose.

The monkeys only had to obey the witch 3 times because she had a magic cap that forced them to. Clearly using one of the three uses to punish that monkey is unlikely to be worth it.

Later that night…

Witch: [stirring her wok] Fry, my pretties! Fry!

…Exactly Why Witches Who Keep Flying Monkeys Be Loco!

Monkey see, monkey doo.

Birdy, birdy, in the sky…